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A Well-Tethered Natalie by Lizbeth Dusseau D/s, spanking
Natalie faces off with Ethan, who's bound and determined to tame this brat!

Copyright (c) 2004, All rights reserved

His cowboy eyes were a little daunting.  His grin was even worse.  Natalie couldn’t decide if Ethan was a total prick or a little darling, the way he teased her.  She was certain of one thing, the man rattled her, so much so, she wasn’t about to let him know it.  That would give him far too much power over her.  She settled into ignoring him with a passion.

            Unfortunately—or fortunately depending on how you view it—Ethan could read her thoughts.  He remembered kissing her in the barn the night of the barbecue.  They were alone for the first time, and she looked so inviting.  Her ample bosom swelled so lusciously when she was out of breath.  After he playfully “ran” her into the barn, and she was catching her breath, he watched her, admiring her move.  Then, he led her by the hand to a quiet corner where he kissed her.  She tried to wriggle away with a prim little protestation that he thought was rather cute.  He wrestled with her for a moment, grabbing her smaller hands in his larger ones and pinning them above her head against a post.  That was when he felt the most curious rush of passion.  She wasn’t exactly relinquishing to him, but she let him kiss her deeply; and she responded with equal fervour to his probing tongue.

       “You like being restrained?” he asked, when he backed away.

       She shook her head in disbelief, but he could read the answer in her eyes.  She was one hellava feisty woman, the kind he loved to tame.  He almost wished he hadn’t let go of her so soon, wondering how far she would have gone with her hands pinned in the air.

       She took to ignoring him thereafter, but he wasn’t at all dissuaded.  After all, that was what you could expect from a sassy woman like Natalie.  And it would make the conquest all the more sweet.  He would bide his time for the perfect opportunity.

       Natalie was successful in eluding Ethan most of the time.  But since saddling and stabling the horses was his duty, there was no way she could avoid him when she wanted to ride her horse, Dancer.  Anytime Natalie was about the barns, Ethan flirted with her shamefully, though in her mind she gave him no encouragement.  Ethan saw it differently.  There was a passionate spark every time they were together, she breathed a little deeper, her cheeks would flush ever so slightly, and her eyes would avoid him because they couldn’t bear to see the truth reflected back to her.

       Outside the brewing lust between the two, Ethan had a problem with Natalie’s outrageously independent spirit.  The woman thought nothing of riding off for an entire day, to God knows where, without telling a soul where she was going, and when she planned return.  Ethan and Natalie fought about this regularly.  Ethan’s orders from his employer, Natalie’s father, were to keep her from getting too far off.  The man had long ago given up trying to rein in his sometimes rebellious daughter, so he’d given the job to his ranch foreman. 

       He warned her every time she went out.  He always asked where she went, and she’d never say.  A half dozen times Ethan had gone out to search for the dark-haired beauty, only to see her riding toward him at some distance, almost as if she could anticipate his search, and was there to taunt him with her return.

       “Don’t you ever get yourself lost, Natalie Martin, because I swear, I’ll tan that round butt of yours with my belt when I find you,” he’d vow.

       “I’d like to see you do that!” she’d snap back at him with a fiery flash in her brown eyes.  She’d briskly leave him so furious, that he wanted to take her pants down and spank her bottom right there on the spot.  Being the boss’s daughter, he was quick to rant and rave at her, but slow to act on his threats.

       One afternoon, after their brief kisses in the barn, Ethan set out to look for Natalie, when she wasn’t home by 4:00 pm.  On this occasion however, Natalie did not come riding in as he expected she would.  He rode out in the direction he’d seen her take, hoping that she hadn’t veered off in some other direction.  There were clouds overhead, rain threatening.  By the time he reached the creek, he was sure that there would be a deluge long before he returned to the ranch.  He called several times into the strong windy air, but heard no reply.  Damn!  He hoped she wasn’t so foolish to play possum with him.  That would really piss him off.

       Riding along the creek bank for some minutes, Ethan spotted Dancer on the other side of the rushing water, and waded across to find Natalie sitting on a rock nursing a swollen ankle.

       “I’ve had it in the cold water for nearly a half hour, it’s much better,” she said as he approached.  No grateful “hello”, no smile, nothing to acknowledge that she was happy to see him.  “Just help me on the horse, and I’ll be off.”

       “Let me see it,” Ethan insisted, dismounting.

       “No, it’s fine.  I’ll wrap it when I get home.”

       “I’d like to see if it’s broken,” he asserted firmly.  He made the young woman sit on the rock while he examined her injury.

       “Ouch!” she gasped at the mere touch.

       “You might have broken it,” he charged.

       “It’s not broken, just help me up and I’ll be fine.”

       Ethan scowled at her, but realized that the best thing was to get her home as quickly as he could.

       Ethan was thankful that she was a good rider, and that Dancer was a good horse.  Despite the pelting rain that soaked the two to the skin, they made the trip back to the ranch safely.           

       “I knew this was going to happen some day,” Ethan scolded her, as he helped her from her horse.

       “Don’t start with me,” she said annoyed.

       “You’re NOT going out again like you do, do you hear me?” he said angrily.

       “I’ll do what I damn well please,” she snarled catlike.  “Now help me into the house.”

       “Oh, the little princess needs help now,” Ethan said sarcastically.  “I should let you try to get back to the house by yourself.”

       “Daddy would fire you!” Natalie charged.

       “I doubt it, but I’m gentleman enough to help a lady in distress, even if she’s acting like a bitch.”

       “Don’t you talk to me that way,” she seethed.

       “You don’t have much choice but to take it.  And let me tell you something Natalie, when you come back into this barn again, you’ll have me to reckon with.”

       “What does that mean?” she asked.  Her eyebrows were suddenly knit into a fretful frown, as if she might be just the least bit worried. 

       “You’ll just have to see,” Ethan advised her.  His expression was almost demonic, so Natalie thought.

       “Please, help me,” she said in response, thinking perhaps she needed to back off a bit, or he’d be an ass and not help her inside.

       Ethan and Natalie didn’t see each other for several days.  Thankfully, Natalie’s ankle was not broken, though the sprain was bad, and she was not going to be riding Dancer for several weeks, until it healed.  Mr. Martin was not at all happy with Ethan’s report, though the man was unsure whom to blame for this little disaster, his rebellious daughter, or his foreman.

       “I thought you were keeping your eye on her,” he said to Ethan, when his daughter was out of earshot.

       “I do my best, sir, but I’m a cowboy, not her father.  She doesn’t respect authority very well.”

       “I don’t know what to do with her,” her father said, bewildered by the whole turn of events.

       “If you ask me sir, she could use a good paddling.”

       “Ah, yes,” Mr. Martin nodded.  “But for years, I haven’t been able to keep her in one place long enough to do that.  I’ve given up.  It would take someone much stronger than I.”

       “Well, sir, I’m sorry, there’s not a lot I can do, but continue to warn her.”

       “Well, if you should get a mind to … you know, discipline her, you have my blessing.”

       Ethan nodded, wondering if he ever would have the guts to paddle Natalie’s bottom.  It was exactly what she needed!

       A week later, when Natalie finally returned to the stables, she was mildly chagrined, still hobbling on her sore ankle.  In spite of the fact that the ankle had not healed, she felt able and willing to ride again.

       “I know I can mount Dancer,” she told Ethan, thinking that demonstration was the best proof.

       She hoped he wouldn’t see her face as she mounted her horse, but Ethan saw the pained wince plain as day.

       “I don’t think you’re ready,” he exclaimed.

       “I most certainly am,” she replied indignantly.

       “If you fall?” he queried.     

       “I never fall,” she asserted flatly. 

       “Well you stay close enough to see the barn, you get any further away, and I’ll live up to my promise.”

       “What promise?”

       “To paddle your bottom,” he reminded her.

       “If you can catch me,” she blurted sassily, and giving Dancer a kick, she took off out of the paddock.

       Natalie was gone nearly an hour, riding like the wind as far as she could, the feeling of freedom a tantalizing reward after days of being cooped up inside, nursing her ankle.  She didn’t give Ethan’s challenge a second thought, presuming it was just an empty warning.  He’d never have the guts.  However, unlike her usual excursions, miles into the countryside, she rode out as far as she dared and returned directly, not wanting to incite Ethan too much.  Besides, she was still favoring her sore ankle and wasn’t sure she could mount Dancer without some assistance.

       On returning, Natalie drew her horse into the stall and got down gingerly.  Her ankle had begun to ache, so she took care not to put too much weight on it.  Ethan was no where in sight; but having no desire to tangle with him, she hurriedly unsaddled Dancer and prepared to go back in the house.

       Turning around, however, she ran smack into the imperious foreman, his tall muscled frame looming over her with eyes that bore into her with a fiery wrath.

       “You’ve challenged me one to many times, Natalie Martin,” he said, immediately grabbing her by the wrist.

       “Let go of me!” she cried.  She tried to wrench away, but his grasp was unyielding. 

       Ethan pulled her toward the tack room, her throbbing ankle throbbing all the more.

       “Please, Ethan, this hurts,” she wailed.  He turned and looked at her, and then at her ankle.  Stooping down, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his destination.

       “Please, I’m sorry,” she pleaded with him, but he was not dissuaded from his purpose.  Setting her back down, he pushed her toward the work bench, while he rummaged for something in the corner of the room. 

       Realizing what was about to happen, Natalie eyed the door carefully. 

       Ethan saw her side long glance.  “You try taking off you won’t get anywhere on that ankle and I’ll tie you to this post,” he warned.

       His threat only made her more determined to break free; and while his back was turned, she headed toward the back door, retreating as quietly as possible.

       “So, you want to get tied up?” Ethan’s voice reached out to stop her in her in her tracks.  His hand swiftly followed, grabbing her arm.  I should have known you couldn’t resist the thought of being bound.”

       In seconds, Ethan had her wrists tied together, wrapped by a soft leather strap.  Her arms were strung up above her, attached to the thick wooden post.  She squirmed and wiggled and screeched the whole time, but nothing that she said or did changed Ethan’s resolve.

       “If I were you, I’d calm my ass down, or you’ll be hurting that ankle again.”  With that, he walked out of the door.

       “Where are you going?” she demanded to know.

       “I’m going to cool down your horse, maybe by then you’ll have cooled down too.”

       Don’t you dare leave me like this,” she yelled.  But she had run out of bargaining power, now helplessly tied to the wooden post.  Natalie yelled at him every few minutes, but Ethan was in no hurry to return. 

       Twenty minutes later, he popped his head in the door, “Are you calmer now?” he asked.

       Natalie was indeed more subdued, but she was not about to hide her indignation over his treatment of her.

       “You untie me!” she ordered him.

       He smiled, his eyes twinkling.

       “This time, I have your father’s permission, so I don’t think you have any right to demand anything.”  He stood back looking at her, admiring the fine line of her body.  “You look pretty good like that,” he asserted.

       “Please, untie me.”

       “I will,” he said, “after you’ve been duly punished for taking off, when I told you not to.”

       Natalie looked back at him, sheepishly trying to elicit some sympathy, but he was far beyond sympathy.  Only one thing would soothe his ire.

       To his great delight, Ethan found a strap from a tangled mess of tack in the corner of the room.  He remembered seeing the ancient looking thing, thinking at the time, that it would be the perfect implement to lay on Natalie’s sassy ass.  It had a remarkably welcoming feel, as if it had been used many times for just such disciplinary purposes.  Doubling it in his hand, he could easily stand the distance he preferred, and hit his target with a good hearty wallop.

       With her arms still well secured above her, Natalie’s fine rear end practically beckoned.  Encased in tight stretch denim, her firm round buttocks were definitely spankable.  This would be a fitting and long awaited just desserts; and with that in mind, Ethan let the strap fly, giving Natalie one smack after another.

       The captive woman began to wail immediately, her spirited protests interspersed with curses befitting the mouth of a sailor.  However, Ethan was used to ignoring her senseless chatter and her unpleasant tongue, this solution was expressly to his liking since she could go no where.  She was his prisoner for as long as he chose.

       The belt continued to breeze through the air, Natalie feeling each rousing smack. Her bottom was beginning to burn from the nasty sting.  She couldn’t believe that Ethan was really doing this to her, that he had the audacity to tie her up, much less spank her bottom. Yet despite the gall of him to treat her this way, she was feeling a part of her yielding to Ethan, as if she really wanted him to tame her rebellious behavior. Even so, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing this, and she continued her impassioned cries to the very end, sobbing sadly when he laid the strap down.

       “Now princess Natalie, you can think about your punishment for a while,” he told her.

       “Ethan,” she stammered through her tears.

       “Oh no you don’t, another word out of your mouth, I’ll take those pants down and really wallop you.”

       Natalie bit her lip, holding back a bevy of protests.  By then her arms were aching, and she wanted nothing more than to get the whole thing over with as soon as possible.  Clinging to the post in front of her, she held back her protests as he left her to herself.

       Ethan returned some minutes later. Thankfully, he didn’t leave her too long, since she didn’t think she could take much more.  Letting her arms free, he was gentle with her; in fact, she thought for a moment that he would kiss her, his lips just a hairsbreadth away from hers.  For that instant she would have welcomed that affection from him, but she was as glad that he made no such move.  She was afraid of what she would be admitting if she relinquished to his amorous advances, as well as his strap.

       “Now,” he said, “when I tell you where to go, and where not to go, you will follow my orders?”

       “Yes, Ethan,” she replied reluctantly.  She would have said anything to him at that moment to get away from the barn and the whole bloody mess.

       “Good,” Ethan said, “now let’s see the ankle.”

       “It’s all right,” Natalie replied, looking down at her tennis shoe.  She hadn’t been able to get into her boots since she hurt it.  Ethan paid no attention to her assertion.  Instead, he bent down and unlaced the shoe and pulled her foot free.

       “I think you had this too tight,” he said.

       “Ouch!” Natalie winced as a strong dull ache caused her foot to throb.  “Maybe you were right, I shouldn’t have ridden today.” 

       Ethan didn’t gloat, though he easily could have.  He was being so kind and gentle that it was hard to believe that he’d just spanked her so fiercely.  Natalie couldn’t ignore the surge of lust that was flooding through her.  And when he again lifted her in his arms and carried her to the house, she was beside herself with the fear that she was being successfully wooed by Ethan: a most disconcerting turn of events.

       Ethan and Natalie came to a compromise that kept their fiery confrontations at bay.  She agreed to follow his rules, and he agreed to keep the strap hanging on the wall.  It was hardly a compromise for him at all, for he had all the power on his side.  But it was the best accommodation that Natalie could make, and keep the peace.  On the surface she was content to bite her tongue, hoping that his need to dominate her would soon subside. 

       Strangely though, as the days passed, there was something about her fierce encounter with Ethan and his strap, which drew her mind back time after time.  The very idea of being at his mercy, tied to the post the way she was, made her loins surge with a compelling erotic fire.  As often as she tried to quell the feeling, she couldn’t help the fantasies that kept haunting her daydreams.

       One afternoon, after Natalie’s ankle had almost healed completely, she was in the barn brushing Dancer’s soft brown coat.  Feeling someone behind her, Natalie turned, startled to see Ethan staring at her. 

       “My God, don’t frighten me like that!” she blurted out. She blushed immediately, not knowing why.

       “Sorry, just a little admiring,” Ethan conceded.

       Natalie smiled as Ethan walked toward her.  Something about his approach had her mesmerized; and when he stood before her, he took her hands in his and backed her into the corner.  Pinning her hands above her head, he held them tightly, while he leaned down and kissed her.  So stunned by his overt advance, she said nothing, allowing their lips to meet, their tongues to collide, and a wet kiss to arouse her head to toe.  It was just like at the barbecue, though this time it seemed so deliberate.

       Letting her go, Ethan smiled.  “Just wanted to see if I was right,” he said, and he turned on his heel, leaving her bewildered and flushed.

       She stood for some seconds watching his retreating figure, her arms still loosely resting above her.  Letting them fall to her side, she replayed the unexpected scene in her mind, wondering what the hell had happened!

       She smiled to herself, as her heart pounded.  “Wondered if he was right?” she repeated to herself.

       Natalie was as perplexed as she was elated.

       Some weeks passed as their relationship was tossed about on rough waters, sometimes as pleasant as that afternoon in Dancer’s stall, some moments, just one fiery look or sassy remark away from an all out confrontation.  There were other moments when Ethan took great delight in surprising her with a gentle bondage.  From behind or in front, he’d clasp her wrists tightly, so that she couldn’t move; and then he’d advance on her with soft kisses along her neckline, or on her lips.  She was always left panting, with no explanation, his unexpected moves always taking her completely off guard.  At the same time he wooed her this way, he was becoming increasing protective of her, making her toe the line with his rules—a situation that was becoming so annoying that she teetered on the brink of outright rebellion.

       One afternoon, Natalie saddled Dancer, deciding she was ready to exert her freedom.  The mental and sometimes physical bondage with Ethan had to come to some resolution.  She could no longer stand the prickly anticipation and constant arousal when she was anywhere near him. 

       As she prepared to mount Dancer, she looked for Ethan to notice her leaving the barn, half relieved he wasn’t there, and half looking forward to escaping him with a smile of triumph on her face as he watched her leave.  A strange mix of feeling resided in her.  She wondered to herself why she even cared so much about Ethan at all.

       Taking off, Natalie headed west, planning to stop only when she was ready.  Ethan had been demanding an exact location for her rides so that he’d know where she’d gone.  He even checked up on her twice to see if she was “behaving” herself.  This time he’d have no idea where she was, and that idea made her simply giddy.

       Natalie rode for several miles on familiar territory, then she took a turn south along an old logging road, expecting to find a vista she’d never explored.  The view was breathtaking as the road led her along a ridge line.  Without warning, the terrain suddenly fell away, and Dancer stumbled.  In order to avoid falling over the horse’s head, she fell deliberately toward the mountain side of the pathway.  The other side might have plunged her down a steep gorge.  A better choice than disaster, she fell into a prickly bramble, and then on to the hard rocky ground.  Dancer slipped, but regained his footing and backed away, trotting back from the narrow path. 

       As Natalie regained her senses, she realized that she was hurting all over.  No real serious injury, but her arm was badly scratched, her shirt torn, and there was blood oozing from her torn jeans, a thorn having cut right through the denim. 

       Dancer was off some distance, but it took her just seconds to call him back.  She was limping a little and very sore, and she knew she needed to return to the ranch and attend to her scrapes and bruises.  She hoped she could do that and avoid any run in with Ethan.  If he saw her this way, he’d have that strap hot on her butt in seconds.

       It took nearly two hours, however, to return home, twice the time she anticipated.  Making a couple of miscues, she had to double back once when she realized that she was on the wrong road.  When she finally reached the ranch, she was dismayed to find Ethan waiting impatiently at the stable doors.  He was concerned by her appearance, and very angry. 

       “I’m all right really, I am,” she tried to explain.  She would have explained further, but he interrupted her.

       “I can’t decide whether I should wallop your butt first, or attend to these scrapes.”

       “Ethan . . .” she started to whine.

       “Don’t you dare say a word, you know what you’re getting.”  He took her into his office and dressed her cuts, all the while staring at her sternly.

       Expecting his wrath, she was compliant, to the point that even she was surprised.  She was rarely this docile.  Though she was smart enough to know that a full- blown rally in her defense would only make things worse.

       When Ethan finished bandaging her, he pulled her out the door and into an empty stall.

       “Over that bale of straw,” he ordered, pointing to the object.

       The shocking reality of his intentions was about to hit squarely on her behind.

       “NO!” she spit out without even thinking.

       Ethan wasted no time arguing.  Taking her by the arm, he pulled her down over the prickly bale of straw, so that her torso was rested across it, her arms and legs dangling to either side.  To her further horror . . . and excitement, Ethan pulled out several lengths of leather and bound her wrists together, fastening them to an eye hook on the wall in front of her.  Then, his hands reached around and unfastened her jeans, and with a rude jerk he stripped her of them, including her panties.

       “Ethan, no!” she roared, her body twisting and struggling as if she could free herself.  She flailed her legs wildly, hoping they might kick him where it really hurt.

       “You’ll stop that now, or I’ll tie your legs too,” Ethan lashed out angrily.

       “You may think you can spank me Ethan, but not like this with my pants down!”

       “Doesn’t seem you have much choice,” he said with a distinct note of conquest in his gravely voice.  Without waiting to see if she stopped her flailing, he grabbed each ankle and bound it with a leather strap, then fastened it down to rings in the floor.  She was spread eagle over the bale of hay, her naked bottom wiggling in the breeze.

       “Ethan, damn you! Untie me!” she cried.

       “Why? When you like being bound so much,” he replied.

       “Damn it!” she roared.  No longer able to move, she could do little but wiggle her ass, and that only scratched the tender skin of her belly and cunt below.  She was mortified thinking that Ethan was seeing her so exposed.

       “I’ll just leave you to stew for a while,” Ethan told her. “You’ll appreciate your predicament better.”

       “ETHAN!” she screamed, as he walked out.  It seemed that several weeks’ worth of pent-up frustration was erupting.  And once her captor was gone, she let it all pour out, first in agonizing wails, and then in soft muffled sobs.

       Unable to do anything but relinquish to her bound state, she finally quieted.  And in letting go, there appeared that strange contentment that her bondage gave her; a peace she often found so difficult.  Behind the peace was something more, as a wave of erotic bliss seemed to claim her loins.  Her tethered body began to move against the straw, forgetting that it poked and prodded her in some very uncomfortable places.  It didn’t matter now, she was in heat, hardly able to contain herself.  Even the thought of Ethan returning to see her like this, did not stop her—if anything, it only aroused her more.

       Quite out of the blue, Natalie felt a sharp sting on her bottom.

       Ethan was there with the strap in hand, wasting no time pelting her taunting rear with one stroke after another.

       Natalie gasped and squirmed with each blow, and though her ass end was beginning to hurt like hell, the snap and sting seemed to arouse her sexual fires all the more.  Such a blatant display of lust was unlike Natalie, but then she’d never felt anything as remarkable as this.

       Ethan had never experienced such an impressive sight as Natalie’s bare bottom bouncing erotically, her sumptuous rear mounds glowing with a rosy red blush.

       The two seemed to strike some erotic rhythm, as his strokes became fiercer and her wails of pained pleasure more intense.  He kept her on the very edge, just an instant from “too painful”.  He was proving to himself and Natalie, the quality of her lust, the amazing effect her bondage had on her arousal.  She had a compelling need to be submissive to his domination.  He knew they were a perfect match, if only she were to realize this too.

       Natalie’s bottom turned red, then changed to a deep crimson, especially on the center flesh of her ass cheeks where she could tolerate the most punishment.  Thinking she had endured enough, Ethan slacked off, his stroke becoming more and more gentle, until the strap merely lapped lovingly about her burning flesh.

       No protests, or inflamed wails of distress, her Oooo’s and Ahhh’s took on an even more sexual quality.  She beckoned him like a lover and he took her taunting as an invitation.

       Dropping down between her legs, Ethan released her ankles enough so she could raise up on her knees, then finding the hot pulsing center of her sex, he rammed himself inside her, his thrusts greeted with a welcoming “Oh, yes” from Natalie.

       They screwed in unison, their bodies grateful that at last they were fulfilling what had seemed written in stars for some time.

       After they both came with a vibrant orgasm, Ethan let Natalie’s ankles free and turned her over on her back.  Her arms were still tied, and though she expected him to unfasten those too, he didn’t.  That was for a purpose too.

       “This suits you, doesn’t it?” Ethan said, gazing lovingly at her torso.  He unbuttoned her blouse, to see the rest of her voluptuous body, then quickly buried his face in her luscious breasts.  Each touch, each gentle caress made her shiver.  That he was still in complete control of her made her forget all her struggles for power.  Utterly at peace, she allowed him to bring her to another climax, this one a soft rolling tensing and releasing, the delicious feelings surging through every part of her aroused body.

       When she was finished, he set her aching arms free and they readily embraced him.

       “I was right, wasn’t I?” he said.

       “Right?” she questioned.

       “The bondage tames you, because it turns you on.  It’s how you lose control.”

       “The bondage is heaven,” she answered without thinking. 

       “Then I’ll keep you in ropes and straps forever,” Ethan vowed.  He bent down to kiss her lips.

       Natalie smiled, too happy to protest anything he said, though that fire in her soul leapt up to put a wicked shimmer in her eye. “That’s if you can catch me,” she told him.

       “I’ve caught you now,” he joked, as he pinned her arms above her again, and rolled over on top of her.  Their mouths happily met again, and she didn’t think to say all the sassy retorts that were begging to be spoken.  There was plenty of time for sparring, she thought.  Right now it was time for a little more well-tethered love.